I don’t know who Billy is, and why he is so passionate about corned beef on marbled rye, but we’ve been talking a lot about him lately.
(aside for my single male readers: bilirubin–pronounced Billy Reuben–is an indicator in the blood of babies for jaundice. Jaundice is where your baby starts to look like Bert from Sesame Street. Google it.)
Our Theo’s bilirubin levels were increasing rapidly yesterday, but are retreating today, as we’ve been laying him in the sun and Jacqueline has been an all-he-can-eat buffet for the last 24 hours.
It’s fun to see the doctors being very gentle with us as they explain jaundice and bilirubin. We keep asking for worst case and then sort of smiling at each other as if to say “really? that’s it? they sawed off the back of LB’s head one time.”
We’re loving being a family of 4, but ask us once all the family help has left us to fend for ourselves. Who needs sleep.
